« My dear, In the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love. In the midst of tears, I found there was, within me, an invincible smile. In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm. I realized, through it all, that…In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back. »(Albert Camus)
« It may not be too late we must still try To live pushes aside the threads of the rain the wild wind Comes like a horse that gets up what a beauty You have probably crumpled the river but everything flows Since the black waters of childhood
Your sorrow Your rage you must throw everything in the sewers and bathe Naked in the leaves of the sky wrapped in clouds You must fly like an angel laugh sing and laugh Pass through all the rooms write a poem That you will read on all the roads in all the beds A poem that gives a thousand lives Don’t give up Hope
An abandonment is a tree that dies. « (Alain Duault)
« One night I fall asleep with him Though I know we aren’t allowed to And I feel the fever burning inside me Without having a shadow of remorse And the dawn brings me to sleep I do not want the sun to come
When I hold his head in my hands I swear to you I feel sadness And I wonder If this love will have a tomorrow When I’m away from him When I’m away from him I’ve lost my mind a little
And I’m no longer from here Oh! I’m no longer from here I feel the rain from another planet from another planet When he hugs me close against him When I feel that I fit in his life
I pray for fate to pull me through I pray for the devil to take me And anxiety turns its face towards me And makes me speak its language
But when I hold his head in my hands I swear to you I feel sadness And I wonder If this love will have a tomorrow When I’m away from him When I’m away from him
I’ve lost my mind a little And I’m no longer from here. No I’m no longer from here I feel the rain from another planet from another planet. » (Véronique Sanson)
« The grace of novelty is to love what the flower is to fruit: it gives it a luster that fades easily and never returns. » (François de La Rochefoucauld)
« I often have this strange and penetrating dream Of an unknown woman, whom I love, and who loves me And who is, each time, neither quite the same Nor quite another, and loves me and understands me. » (Paul Verlaine)
« I was going away, my fists in my burst pockets; My overcoat also became ideal; I was going under the sky, Muse! and I was your faithful; Oh! there! there! what splendid loves I have dreamed!
My only breeches had a large hole.
Little Tom Thumb dreamer, I was counting rhymes in my race. My inn was at the Grande-Ourse.
My stars in the sky had a soft rustle
And I listened to them, sitting at the edge of the roads, Those good September evenings when I felt drops Of dew on my forehead, like a wine of vigor;
Where, rhyming in the middle of fantastic shadows, Like lyres, I pulled the elastics Of my wounded shoes, one foot near my heart! » (Arthur Rimbaud)
« The dream, a treacherous snake hatched in the down, Rolls a flattering fetter around my arms, On my lips distills a philter in its drool, And amuses me with the changing colors it takes on.
Since it emerged from under my bedside, My blood slides frozen like warm lava, Its knots make me captive and its looks a slave, And I live as if some other person in me lived.
But soon I knew the pain of its caress; In vain I writhe under its weight that oppresses me, I fall back and cannot free myself from it.
Its tooth seeks my heart, turns it over and gnaws at it; And, all entangled in shreds of dream, I die. — Oh heavy monster! who are you? » (René-François Sully Prudhomme, L’ennui)
« …Deep, magical charm, which intoxicates us In the present the past restored! Thus the lover on an adored body From memory gathers the exquisite flower… » (Charles Baudelaire, The perfume)